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Apr 2016
with every breath I take,
I'm dying.
A true statement at best,
I need to remember that I must make it count.
not sure about religion
not sure about the afterlife,
but i AM sure about
this life.
I will no longer hold back.
I won't bite my tongue.
I will break free.
And when things get hard
I'll make 'em easy.
Because this is my life.
So I am going to own this one.
Błeeding Dįamøndš
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Błeeding Dįamøndš  16/M/Denver, Colorado
(16/M/Denver, Colorado)   
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